More Than a Kiss Booth - Sex Stories

More Than a Kiss Booth

... were only two other tables with people sitting at them. “So, that stuff happens in this bar?” “I’ve been to them in this bar before. It’s the best one. See that girl in the corner?” He leaned low and pointed to a table where four beautiful Korean girls had been chatting the evening away while flirting with the bartenders whenever they walked by, which they did frequently. “The one standing up now?” He continued. “I got in a room with her, and she was quite frisky. She helped me jerk off twice in the hour I was in there. Trust me, she’s good. Go for it man. She’ll probably show up right now if you go back there. All you have to do is go around the corner in that hallway and pay the man in the back. You pay him ten dollars extra and the girl shows up with your drinks.” The girl he was mentioning was definitely good looking. But I had my eye on the girl across from her. “What about that chick though?” I said. “The one wearing red.” The girl in red was the bombshell of the group, undeniably a ten in every aspect, with a compact frame, not a single hard edge anywhere on her body, and a full head of luscious curly hair. Mark smirked. “She’s one of the booth girls too, but don’t even bother. I had her my first time, and I almost never went back to try kiss booths again because of her. She’ll barely make out with you. All the other girls are at least down for pulling their tits out. Just wait until she goes back there, then you’ll know you won’t get stuck with her.” “So? Maybe I ...

... could just talk to her a while and get her number.” “Come on man, be realistic. These girls only do this for the money— especially a girl like that.” I thought about it a while, the whole idea of going back there. I had plenty of money in my pocket, and not too much in my past to be ashamed of. Why not give it a try? “Alright,” I said. “But I want to do this right. Let’s go back to the apartment first.” “Well said, mate! We’ll grab a few more beers on the way.” He patted me on the back. If only he knew what exactly I had in mind… --- When we got back to the club about two hours later, the place had picked up quite a bit, and I was ready to play my A-game. I had showered and shaved, put on a pressed shirt, and wore some cologne. I was looking as sharp as I possibly could. All throughout the cab rides to and from the apartment, Mark had explained to me how to time my entrance to the kiss booth so that I ended up with the girl I wanted—watch for when she emerges from that hallway, assume she’s taking about a 20 minute break, then go back there, as long as the “blue balls” girl is missing—that’s how he referred to the girl in red. I nodded along with his instructions and used them to my advantage, to go into the game plan that I actually had for the night. Once we got to the bar, I waited for Mark to have a couple more drinks and lose track of me, otherwise he would have stopped me from the next step: wait for the girl in red to emerge from the back corner hallway, assume she was ...